I lost my phone at the beach this weekend (or threw it into the bushes, or something…it’s unclear), and now I’m using an old phone from Marcia—until I get a new one, or I lose this one, or she loses hers and needs this one back.
Now I have a picture of Maddie as my wallpaper, a dinosaur sticker, and all of both of our contacts because I’m dumb.
But there was also a strange mix of text messages when I activated the phone. Some are obviously for me, like a nice picture from my mom visiting my great uncle in Richmond, and some are obviously for her, like “at a plac [
during the flash floods on saturday…my mom was walking around boston with a giant golf umbrella. random dude on the street said to her: is that a tiger woods golf umbrella? because it looks like it gets around…